Analysis of Metaphysical Melancholy: Seeking Illumination
Mawphniang Napoleon 1993 (Ri Bhoi)
"Pardon my pondering, I'm lost in thought,
Contemplating questions without end -
The meaning of life and what it's for.
Do our choices make a difference at all?
Or is our fate predetermined from the start?
As I search for answers, more doubts are brought.
My mind is restless, constantly caught
In an endless loop of speculative thought.
Seeking truth, but answers seem so far apart -
Just beyond my grasp, around the bend.
Does knowledge set the mind free after all?
Or only reveal how little we know for sure?
Excuse my musings, I don't mean to bore.
But my brain compulsively tries to explore
The great existential mysteries overall.
Who am I? Why am I? What is my part
In this strange drama of life we're in?
I know my wondering must seem absurd.
But I cannot stop this questioning heard
Within. It's an itch I constantly feel urged
To scratch, though it may not lead me to win
Any prize or definitive word.
I'm aware my ruminations may deter
Or disrupt more practical thought.
Yet I'm helpless to resist philosophy's call.
I don't claim any special gift at all.
I'm simply a restless mind in search of cure
For my innate curiosity about our lot.
Does this make me wise? No, just absurd.
Always looking for meaning, never deterred
By lack of answers. I forever seek to ensure
New insights dawn, despite the long odds.
So pardon my pursuit of truth adored.
I don't aim to be a bore or chore,
But my brain compulsively tries to explore
The great existential mysteries overall.
Who am I? Why am I? What is my part
In this strange drama of life we're in?
I know my wondering must seem absurd.
Yet I cannot stop this questioning heard
Within. It's an itch I constantly feel the urge
To scratch, though it may not lead me to win
Any prize or definitive word.
I'm aware my ruminations may deter
Or disrupt more practical thought.
Still, I'm drawn like a moth to philosophy's flame lit.
What is our purpose under the sun?
Why is there something rather than none?
My mind recoils, finding no adequate summation.
Reality seems always in motion,
Never complete, never fully done.
Always more to learn, always room for imagination.
Pardon my persistence, I don't mean to fight.
But my mind lacks an off switch for this plight.
I'm compelled to ask and probe and ignite
Ideas, drinking deep of insight.
Does this make me somehow bright?
No, just possessed by a restless appetite.
So bear with me friends, I don't mean to slight
As I slip into philosophical flights
Of fancy, searching for strands of light
In this discomforting, confounding night.
My brain is just wired up way too tight,
Obsessed with finding the truth outright.
Excuse my effusive, rambling song.
I don't aim to confuse or lead you wrong.
But this philosophical itch is too strong -
I cannot resist its pull for long.
My thoughts spill out in a frenzied throng,
Driven to untangle this mystery lifelong.
Why do we exist at all?
What's our purpose in this crawl
Through time? Are we heading for a fall?
My mind recoils, finding no adequate summation
Reality seems always in motion,
Never complete, never fully done.
Always more to learn, always room for imagination.
Pardon my persistence, I don't mean to fight.
But my mind lacks an off switch for this plight.
I'm compelled to ask and probe and ignite
Ideas, drinking deep of insight.
Does this make me somehow bright?
No, just possessed by a restless appetite.
So bear with me friends, I don't mean to slight
As I slip into philosophical flights
Of fancy, searching for strands of light
In this discomforting, confounding night.
My brain is just wired up way too tight,
Obsessed with finding the truth outright.
Excuse my animated, lively song.
I don't intend to confuse for long.
But my burning curiosity is too strong -
I cannot leave these mysteries long unprobed.
My thoughts gush out in a passionate throng,
This philosophical itch must be fully soothed.
Why are we here in this world so immense?
Is there a purpose or just circumstance?
Does our life have deeper meaning or just happenstance?
My mind hungers for existential sustenance.
Some definitive truth or radiance,
Not just aimless meandering through ignorance.
Pardon my zeal, I don't wish to fight.
But my mind craves illumination bright.
I'm compelled to dig and delve and ignite
Ideas, mining philosophical insight.
Does this make me wise beyond my years?
No, just possessed by persistent fears
That I'll never unravel existence's tangled knot.
So bear with me friends, though I may seem fraught.
As I spiral into abstruse realms of thought,
Grasping at visions hastily caught.
My restless brain is feverishly overwrought,
Craving absolute truth distilled and hard-fought.
Excuse my energetic, lively song.
I don't mean to perplex or lead you wrong.
But this philosophical drive is too strong -
I cannot ignore these mysteries lifelong.
My thoughts pour out in a passionate throng,
This itch must be scratched all night long.
Why do we exist in this world so immense?
Is there a purpose or just happenstance?
Does our life have deeper meaning or just circumstance?
My mind hungers for existential sustenance -
Some definitive truth or radiance,
Not just aimless meandering through ignorance.
Pardon my zeal, I don't wish to fight.
But my mind craves illumination bright.
I'm compelled to dig and delve and ignite
Ideas, mining philosophical insight.
Does this make me wise beyond my years?
No, just possessed by persistent fears
That I'll never unravel existence's tangled knot.
So bear with me friends, though I may seem distraught.
As I spiral into abstruse realms of thought,
Grasping at visions hastily caught.
My restless brain is feverishly overwrought,
Craving absolute truth distilled and hard-fought.
Excuse my energetic, lively song.
I don't intend to perplex or lead you wrong.
But this philosophical drive is too strong -
I cannot ignore these mysteries life long.
My thoughts gush out in a passionate throng,
This burning itch must be satisfied headlong.
Why are we here in this vast unknown?
Is there some purpose or just random chance sown?
My mind recoils, grasping for truth alone.
Reality seems always out of reach, the sacred stone -
Never fully revealed, never wholly shown.
Always more to unveil in this cosmic tome.
Pardon my intrusion, I don't wish to fight.
But my mind craves existential light.
I'm compelled to explore and ignite
Ideas, connecting elusive insight.
Does this make me somehow bright?
No, just plagued by philosophical fright.
That I'll never comprehend this mystery dense.
So bear with me friends, though I may seem tense.
As I delve into reality's immense expanse,
Pursuing fleeting visions in a frenzied dance.
My restless thoughts swell to a churning torrent immense,
Thirsting for fundamental truth stripped bare and condensed.
Excuse my energetic, lively song.
I don't intend to bewilder for long.
But this philosophical drive is too strong -
I cannot leave these riddles lifelong ambiguous.
My thoughts gush out in a passionate throng,
This nagging existential itch must be fully expunged."
The poem is part of a full version found in the book “Homo Sapiens” Part Part I - XVIII, written by Mawphniang Napoleon. This book is part of the popular “Homo Sapiens” book series, which can be purchased online at various online bookstores, such as Amazon. The book is available for purchase for those who are interested in reading the complete version of the poem. Remember to get all the books from the “Homo Sapiens” series, as well as other books by the same author. So, don’t hesitate and get a copy today from one of the many online bookstores. Khublei Shihajar Nguh, (Dhanewad )(Thank you )
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Characters | 7,789 |
Words | 1,505 |
Sentences | 123 |
Stanzas | 28 |
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Lines Amount | 168 |
Letters per line (avg) | 36 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 216 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 47 |
About this poem
This intricate and introspective poem is a deep dive into the existential ponderings of a restless mind. With each verse, it grapples with the fundamental questions of existence, the meaning of life, the significance of choices, and the pursuit of truth amidst the uncertainty of our existence. The poet candidly expresses the incessant urge to explore the mysteries of life despite the lack of definitive answers, revealing an unyielding curiosity and a relentless quest for understanding. Through a passionate and rhythmic exploration of existential themes, the poem captures the essence of an insatiable intellectual pursuit, embracing the paradox of seeking clarity in an inherently enigmatic reality. more »
Written on October 03, 2014
Submitted by Mawphniang.Napoleon on November 19, 2023
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